By now you know: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I--unused to your ways though I am--would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings...

Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.

Last year I abstainedthis year I devourwithout guiltwhich is also an art

You aren't sick & unhappy only alive & stuck with it.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

In his student days, he used to argue that if a woman has no other course open to her but starvation, prostitution, or throwing herself from a bridge, then surely the prostitute, who has shown the...

This is the middle of my life, I think of it as a place, like the middle of a river, the middle of a bridge, halfway across, halfway over. I'm supposed to have accumulated things by now: possessions,...

Human understanding is fallible, and we see through a glass, darkly. Any religion is a shadow of God. But the shadows of God are not God.

I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.

At moments like this I envy those who have found a safe haven in which to bestow their hearts; or perhaps I envy them for having a heart to bestow. I often feel that I myself am without one, and...

Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently.

he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.

Because you may think a bed is a peaceful thing, Sir, and to you it may mean rest and comfort and a good night's sleep. But it isn't so for everyone; and there are many dangerous things that may take...

Now that I am dead, I know everything.

I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.

...how much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won't or...

I stand on the corner, pretending I am a tree.